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Laus Deo. 

liigh ano mighty i£o& ano Sauiour! 

3n the earth thy mill be done: 
Halloweb be thy Wame foreuer, 
Holy Father, Holy Son, 
Holy Spirit! 
Lor6 ]ehouah! 
iSlory be to Chee alone. 



Hymns 



and A FEW 



Metrical Psalms 



Thomas MacKellar. 



cSpcaning to noursrlbrs in psalms antj rjgmns antJ spiritual songs, 

singing ano making mrlotm tottt) gour fjcart to tije ILorti. 

Eph. v. 19. 



PHILADELPHIA: 

PORTER & COATES. 



/ST 3 



The Library 
of Congress 

Washington 



Copyright, 1883, by Thomas MacKellar. 



Preface. 



^OME of the hymns in this volume 
were written before a busy life had 
passed its noontide: others when the 
rays of the westering sun were falling 
slantwise. The latest were the outcome 
(as well as the alleviation) of times of 
anguish and bereavement. 

A few of the earlier pieces have come 
into use in various hymnals. All that 
may be deemed fitting are at the service 
of the church. 



T. McK. 



German to ivy, Pa. 
April, 1883. 



First Lines. 



PAGE 

After the darkness of the night 40 

Again I take with hopeful heart 52 

All praise to Thee, the triune One 16S 

Alone with God to-day 34 

A prisoner of the Lord 102 

Art thou in thy spirit lowly 78 

As children dwelling in their home 112 

At Jesus' feet I take my place 124 

At the door of mercy sighing 60 

Bear the burden of the present 8S 

Be not anxious for the morrow 30 

Be not disquieted, my soul ! 22 

Beside thee there is none 16S 

Blessed be thy name forever 58 

Book of grace and book of glory ! 156 

Cast thy burden on the Lord ! 132 

Christ is risen! O the wonder! 139 

9 



io FIRST LINES, 

PAGE 

Day is breaking in the sky . 16 

Draw nigh to the Holy 66 

Far away the Saviour saw me .. 46 

Far distant from my Father's house 92 

Father! in my life's young morning 150 

Give me a foothold on the rock 126 

Give me to know thy will, O God 44 

Glory be to God on high ! 138 

Glory in the highest! glory! 169 

Glory to God in the highest ! 13 

Glory to thee evermore! . 168 

God has said it, — and his promise 82 

Hallow'd day of sacred rest 68 

I give myself to God 120 

I have no hiding-place 38 

I lift my longing eyes 162 

I long for God, the living God 98 

In tearless anguish once I lay 74 

In the hidden ways of life 114 

In the midnight and the storm 116 

In the vineyard of our Father 146 

In vain the ways of Providence 54 

I thank the Lord my Maker 15 2 

I will extol thee every day 164 

I would I were content to be 20 



FIRST LINES. II 

PAGE 

Jehovah reigns ! Let earth rejoice 159 

Jesus! when my soul is parting 62 

Let all the people sing a psalm 96 

Lord, take and lead me as a child 50 

My soul cries out to God 48 

My soul is resting in God's peace 64 

No tongue of man has ever told 108 

O gracious Father ! send us showers .... 72 

O holy, holy, holy Lord 16S 

O land of day, eternal day 136 

O the agonizing prayer 130 

O the blessedness of leaning 24 

Over the earth a stillness comes 94 

Rest and peace for Jesus' sake! 128 

Some day the word will come to me .... 104 

Sometimes, in quiet revery 134 

The billows round me rise and roll 70 

The blessing of the Sabbath-day 106 

The darkness of the night came down .... 80 

The day is wearing fast away 76 

The day of wrath, that certain day 142 

The dusty paths of earth defile 118 



12 FIRST LINES. 

PAGE 

The morning of the centuries 42 

The morning stars were singing 148 

The pathway to the mercy-seat 122 

There is a land immortal 84 

Though darkness turn the skies to night. . . 26 

Thy love, O Holy Father 169 

Tis well that thou, my God, shouldst be . . 86 

Unseen by them, a glorious host 90 

Upon the pillow of Thy love 18 

Was Jesus tempted like as we 36 

Watchers call'd to work for Jesus 32 

W T hat though the way be storm-begirt .... 28 

W 7 hen he waketh, when he sleepeth 100 

Where could I go but unto thee no 

While some may run an easy pace 56 

Who bids the wind to blow? 154 




Hymns. 



8,5- 



3 multitude of tfjf fjcabcnlg f)ost praising £o"D, an& saoing, #IorD to 
4£oti in tfje rjigrjest.— Luke ii. 13, 14. 



r^hORY to God in the highest! 
^ The day of all days 

Awakens our praise, — 
The thrice-blessed morn 
When Jesus was born, — 
The name that the church glorifieth: 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



11. 

Glory to God in the highest ! 
Let heaven resound 
To its uttermost bound 
With anthems of praise 
Both now and always, 

13 



14 HYMNS. 



While seraph to seraph replieth, 

Glory to God! 

Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



in. 

Glory to God in the highest! 
L,et earth, with its hills, 
Its valleys and rills, 
Re-echo his praise 
Both now and always, 
While mountain to mountain-top crieth, 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest ! 



IY. 

Glory to God in the highest! 
His goodwill and peace 
To men will not cease: 
The church lifts her voice 
While angels rejoice, 
And her song with the seraphim's vieth : 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



HYMNS. 15 



Glory to God in the highest! 
The bountiful Lord, — 
The Father, the Word, 
The Spirit,— whose praise 
Both now and always 
On the wings of infinity flieth : 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest ! 









1 6 HYMNS. 



II 7's. 



I lattr me tiofam arttr slept; £ ainafeeti; for tfje 5Lorti sustained me. 
Ps. iii. 5- 



I. 

T^\AY is breaking in the sky; 

Restful night has pass'd away: 
Now I lift my early cry, 

Lead thy servant, Lord, to-day. 



ii. 

Jesus, Master! forth I go, 

Taking up my 'custom'd task: 
Teach me what I need to know, — 

Give me what I ought to ask. 



in. 

I see not the way before, 

But I go at thy command, 

Entering gladly duty's door, 

Led by thy directing hand. 



HYMNS. 17 



IV. 



Take away my sin and guilt, 

Make me whiter than the snow: 

Be my will just what Thou wilt, 
Asking not, Why is it so? 



May my soul, impell'd by love, 
Do whate'er thy Spirit saith, 

That my life this day may prove, 

Through thy grace, the power of faith. 



VI. 

Glory to Thee evermore! 

Glory in the uttermost ! 
Heaven and earth thy name adore, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 




1 8 HYMNS. 



Ill CM. 



2ea, ti)ou sf)alt Ite Uoftm, anti tf)g sleep stall fce sfoeet.— Prov. iii. 24, 



T T PON the pillow of Thy love 
My weary head I lay, 

Assured that watchers from above 
Will round about me stay. 



11. 

The weaned child, subdued and still, 
Sleeps on its mother's breast; 

So I, submissive to thy will, 

Lean on thy strength for rest. 



in. 

The sighs, and tears, and agony 

That marr'd the hours of day, 

Subside as tempests on the sea 
In silence die away. 



HYMNS. 19 



IV. 



The restful peace of answer'd prayer 
Is in my chasten'd heart: 

My fears, my sorrows, and my care 
At thy command depart. 



O Lord, my God, my strength, my hope, 

In thee I find repose: 
Vouchsafe my grateful eyes shall ope 

As softly as they close. 






2o HYMNS. 



IV CM. 



E\)z mag of man is not in Jitmsrlf: it is not in man tijat bjaliutf) 
to tsived f)i2 steps.— Jer. x. 23. 



T WOUIyD I were content to be 
Just as my Lord shall will, 

So I with cheerful constancy 
His purpose may fulfil. 



11. 

O may I be content to lay 

My hourly griefs and cares 

Upon His arm that every day 
His children's burden bears: 



in. 

Nor proudly strive to carry part 
And leave to Him the rest, 

So losing comfort of the heart 
And healing of the breast. 



HYMNS, 21 



IY. 



Though I should ask the Lord to show 
Some greater things to do, 

May I be ever quick to go 
On humble errands too: 



To run in haste, or waiting stand, 

Content to go or stay, 
While watching for his guiding hand 

To point the fitting way. 



VI. 

Whatever work the day shall bring, 

May I set Thee before, 
And give to Thee, O Christ, my King, 

The glory evermore. 




22 HYMNS. 



V CM. 



£t sfyall camz to pass, tijat at gbtning time it sf)all he ligfjt. 
Zech. xiv. 7. 



I. 

T) K not disquieted, my soul! 
*^ 'Tis grace that moves the Power 
Whose hand thy destinies control 
In every varying hour. 



11. 

When sorrows fall, he wraps the heart 

The closer in his love: 
If here he takes away a part, 

He'll give thee all above. 



in. 

Why tremble when thy God shall lay 
A shadow on thy path? 

Not e'en the dark, distressful day 
Portends a night of wrath. 



HYMNS. 23 



IV. 



The heavy clouds that, dark and dun, 
Thine upward pathway hide, 

Shall blaze with glory when the sun 
Goes down at eventide. 



And light from God's abiding-place 
Shall fix the raptured eye, 

The light of love in Jesus' face, 
To welcome thee on high. 




24 HYMNS. 



VI 8,7,4. 



Cast ti)2 burton upon tfje ILortf, ano ije sf)all sustain tfjee. — Ps. Iv. 22. 



I. 

f~\ THE blessedness of leaning 

^^ On a strength beyond thine own! 

O the fulness of the meaning— 

O the sweetness of the tone — 
Cast thy burden 

On thy loving Lord alone. 



11. 

Often weary, } r et contending, — 

Beaten down, again to rise, — 

On his help alone depending, 

Looking up with trustful eyes, — 

Cast thy burden 
On the arm that built the skies. 



in. 

Take his easy yoke upon thee, 

Lowly be like him in heart: 



HYMNS. 25 



Child, it was his love that won thee, 
Will he bid thee now depart 

With thy burden, 
When thy soul is full of smart? 



IV. 

Long ago the word was written, — 
Word to generations blest, — 

Hear it, children sorely smitten, 

Hear it, ye of troubled breast, — 

Cast thy burden 
On the Lord: he'll give thee rest. 



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26 HYMNS. 



VII CM. 



StSfKn ma spirit baas obrrruijelmeti foifyin me, ti]eu tfjou ktufotst mg 
patfj. — Ps. cxlii. 3. 



HPHOUGH darkness turn the skies to night, 

Though sorrows fill the air, 
Nor moon nor stars my pathway light, 

Yet thou art with me there. 



11. 

I cannot see thee, but I know 

A stronger arm than mine 
Upholds me in the time of woe, — 

Jesus! that arm is thine. 

in. 

Though words may fail when I would pray, 

And mute I lift my hands, 
Thou hearest what I cannot say, 

And Gabriel near me stands. 



HYMNS. 



IV. 



A just God and a Saviour, thou 
Art full of love and grace : 

Before thy majesty I bow 

With glad and trustful face. 



Thy sovereign grace gives sweet relief, 
Dispelling faithless gloom, 

And the dark chamber of my grief 
Becomes a sunn)' room. 



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28 HYMNS. 



VIII CM. 



£ fotll be fcoitfj tfjce: 5 bill not fail tfjce, nor forsake trjte. 
Josh. i. 5. 



^11 /'HAT though the way be storm-begirt, 

If Jesus lead thee on ! 

Thou shalt not suffer loss or hurt, 

Nor walk the path alone. 



11. 

Must thou do battle on the way? 

The arm of God is thine : 
Does he unprop thine earthly stay? 

Upon that arm recline. 



in. 

Has he not pledged his word to save? 

Will he himself deny? 
Will he not hold thee fast who gave 

His Son for thee to die? 



HYMNS. 29 



IV. 



The Father chasteneth whom he will, 
And some he wills to spare ; 

But not the less he loveth still 
The souls that meekly bear. 



O Lord, my timorous heart control; 

Forgive my doubt and sin : 
Open the windows of my soul 

And let thy sunlight in. 



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3o HYMNS. 



IX 8, 7 . 



a8ef)oITj tf)e tn'rtrs of tfje fjeabm, tfjat ti)CD sofo not, ndtijer 00 t^eg 

reap, nor gather into tarns; antj gour ijeaoenlg jFatijcr fecoetl) 

ti3cm. 3Se not therefore anxious for tfje morroin: for tije 

morrofco frill bz anxious for itself.— Matt. vi. 26, 34. 



DE not anxious for the morrow, 
L,et the morrow have its cares: 

Soul, be not forecasting sorrow ; 

Grace is given to him who bears 

Crosses that he does not borrow: 
God controls the unawares. 



11. 

Neither sowing, neither reaping, 
Gathering not to store away, 

Birds are in the Father's keeping, — 
Cares he not when children pray? 

Why then, faithless, sighing, weeping, 
Doubt him for the coming day? 



HYMNS. 31 



in. 

Lilies, toiling not nor spinning, 

Gleam in robes beyond compare : 

Never king from time's beginning 

Had such glorious dress to wear : 

Souls that cost his life in winning 

Christ will keep with loving care. 



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2,2 HYMNS. 



X 8, 7, 4 . 



3SIcsseti are tfjose servants forijom trje ILorti trjrjcn fje rometfj sijall firttj 
fccatrtjing. — Luke xii. 37. 

OTatrij sc, stanti fast tn tf)c fat'tfj, quit gou l»'k* m m> &* strong. 
1 Cor. xvi. 13. 



IITATCHERS call'd to work for Jesus, 

To the glory of his name, 
In the field where'er he pleases 
Our glad services to claim, — 

Ever ready ! 
This our watchword and our aim. 



11. 

Watching for the revelation 

Of his glory and his grace, 

When the pow 7 er of his salvation 

Shall subdue earth's rebel race, — 

Always watching, 
Always standing in our place. 



HYMNS. 



in. 

Watching for the coming morning, 
Resting in the Saviour's might, 

Even now we see its dawning, 

See the shafts of heavenly light 

Pierce the darkness 
That enwrapt the world in night. 



IV. 

Watching while our hands are doing ; 

Loitering not on conquer' d ground 
Looking forward, still pursuing, 

While the golden trumpets sound ; 
King eternal ! 

True to thee iwxy we be found. 



Watching, hoping, toiling, praying, 

Till the victory is won, 
May we then hear Jesus saying, 

"Toilers, rest! your work is done!" 
As we enter 
Homes of rest be}^ond the sun. 



34 HYMNS. 



XI S. M. 



Come, mg people, niter tfjem into trjg d;amftcrs, ano %\>v\ tfjg Boors 
aoout ti)ee. — Isa. xxvi. 20. 



ALONE with God to-day, 
^^ My soul subdued and still, 
My thoughts ascend the upward way 
To Moses' lonely hill. 



11. 

From Nebo's utmost height 
Mine eyes look longingly 
To the far distant land of light 
Beyond the glassy sea. 



in. 

I seem no stranger there, 
No traveller unknown: 
For in that heavenly land so fair, 
My Lord is on the throne. 



HYMNS. 35 



IV. 



Among the company 

Who serve Him day and night, 
Dear ones who walk'd on earth with me 
Walk now in robes of white. 



Their work and waiting done, 
He call'd them of His grace; 
Their higher service is begun 
Before the Saviour's face. 



VI. 

I cannot know while here 
The bliss of that sweet land; 
But they have neither sin nor fear 
Who in His presence stand. 



VII. 

So I in gladness wait 
Before the Lord to-day, 
While catching glimpses through the gate 
Of glory far away. 



36 HYMNS. 



XII CM. 



rjigfj priest... trjat ijatr) fcren trt all points tcmpteti like as iae arc, 
grt iaitrjout girt. — Heb. vi. 15. 



A \ TAS Jesus tempted like as we, 
VV The Holy One of God? 
Were paths of pain and poverty 
By him, our Master, trod ? 



11. 

"Was there no place in all his earth 

To lay his head upon, 
A King of more than royal birth, 

Yea, God's eternal Son? 



in. 

If thus the sinless Saviour fared, 

Can I, dare I repine, 
When sorrow, want, and death he shared 

To make salvation mine ! 






HYMNS. 37 



IV. 



O child redeem'd by his own blood, 
Why yield to anxious care ? 

Thou canst not sink beneath the flood 
When Christ is walking there. 



Think not thy Saviour does not see 
When Satan casts a dart : 

No arrow ever wounded thee 

That did not pierce his heart. 

VI. 

The great High Priest is touch 'd by all 
Thy weaknesses and woes ; 

And He, when grievous sorrows fall, 
Sufficient £race bestows. 



38 HYMNS. 



XIII S. M. 



ILorir, trig strength, anfc mg fortress, artti mg refuge in trje Uao of 
affliction.— Jer. xvi. 19. 



T HAVE no hiding-place, 
No refuge from the blast, 
But in the arms of Jesus' grace 
Around about me cast. 



11. 

Though I see not His hand, 
I feel its loving power : 
And guardian angels near me stand 
In my distressful hour. 



in. 

I dare not look within, 

But heavenward turn my gaze ; 
And lest my grief become my sin, 
My tongue breaks out in praise. 



HYMNS, 



39 



IY. 



Though tears mine eyes bedim, 
He dries the tears I shed ; 
And in my soul I sing a hymn, 
Content and comforted. 




4 o HYMNS. 



XIV 8, 7, P. 



%\xa tfjat turitftf) tfje sfjatiato of aeati) into tfje morning. 
Amos v. 8. 



AFTER the darkness of the night 
Light cometh in the morning ; 
After the winter and its blight 

Spring wakes in new adorning. 



ii. 

After the sowing of the seed 

The harvest greets the reaper; 

After the day of loving deed 
Soft rest enfolds the sleeper. 



in. 

After the tempest's course is run 
A calm pervades the waters ; 

After the work of life is done 

God calls his sons and daughters. 






HYMNS. 41 



IV. 



After the closing of the e}-e 

They wake with Christ in heaven 
After the final victory 

The crown of life is given. 





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42 HYMNS. 



XV C. M. 



5>o mtgfjtilD grcfo tfje foortJ of tfje ILortr anU prebatlcti. — Acts xix. 20. 



T^HE morning of the centuries 

Beheld a light arise, 
That in their heavenly ministries 

Ne'er fell on angels' eyes. 



n. 

Through all the ancient days it seenrd 

A planet new-begun ; 
It grew in fulness till it beam'd 

A sun beyond the sun. 



in. 

When earth with clouds of sin was dark, 

It made an open way ; 
E'en where it glimmer'd as a spark, 

Some souls received the ray; 



HYMNS. 



43 



IV. 



And they became the sons of God 

Amid a scoffing race ; 
While bloody was the way they trod. 

His peace lit up their face. 



v. 



The}^ seal'd their constancy with blood ; 

And where the martyrs died 
A multitude arose and stood, 

And God was glorified. 



VI. 

That sun has never ceased to shine 
Upon the King's domain, 

Pouring from heaven a light divine 
To make its pathway plain. 



VII. 

Till centuries shall be no more, 
Its light shall not grow dim; 

And Christ's redeem'd on heaven's shore 
Shall sing redemption's hymn. 



44 HYMNS. 



XVI CM. 



©rtier mg steps trt tijg inorti ; atr& Ut not ang tntqutts f)ao* tmmmtcm 
obfr me. — Ps. cxix. 133. 



/^iVE me to know thy will, O God, 
^-* And may I see to-day 
A light from heaven upon my road 
To clearly point the way: 



11. 

That I may know just what to do, 
And what to leave undone, 

And be unto thy service true 
From dawn to setting sun : 



in. 

That I may speak the timely word, 
And timely silence keep, — 

By passion's hasty words unstirr'd 
That cause the soul to weep: 



HYMNS. 45 



IV. 



That I may hold my thoughts in check, 

And every wild desire 
That rises quick at pleasure's beck 

And flames into a fire : 



v. 



That I may kiss the needed rod, 
And patient bear the blow; 

And say, 'Tis from the love of God; 
My Father wills it so. 



VI. 



Lord Jesus! from thy holy place 
The Spirit on me breathe : 

Open the mantle of thy grace 
And keep my soul beneath. 









46 HYMNS. 






XVII 8,7,4. 



JSttt tootle i)e fooag get afar off, tys father safo fji'm, anti teas moueti 
fcoitt) compassion. — Luke xv. 20. 



I. 

T^AR away the Saviour saw me, 
IyOSt and wandering in the wild: 

By his love he sought to draw me,— 
Me unworthy and defiled, — 

As a father 
Calls to him his erring child. 



11. 

I saw not the hand that beckon'd, 
I heard not his gracious call, 

Till the joys on which I reckon'd, 
Worldly joys, had perish'd all ; 

Then his mercy 
L,ed me at his feet to fall. 






HYMNS. 47 



in. 

Jesus broke the chains that bound me, 
And his freeman I became : 

Robes of grace he threw around me, 
Covering all my sin and shame : 

O how precious 
Is my great Deliverer's name ! 



IV. 

Over all and bless'd forever, 
God on his eternal throne, 

Who the bond of love can sever 
That unites to Christ his own? 

Lord Jehovah ! 
Glory be to Thee alone. 




48 HYMNS. 



XVIII S. M. 



mg <!£otf, mg soul is cast Uobm inttfjm me.— Ps. xlii. 6. 



A/TY soul cries out to God, 
1 L,ike children in the night, 

Who fear some evil is abroad 
Because they see no light. 



ii. 

There's darkness on the path, 
And pitfalls line the way, 
Till fear of coming trouble hath 
An overpowering sway. 



in. 

It may be faith is weak ; 
Perchance the heart is faint, 
And in unutter'd words would speak 
Its longing, hungering plaint. 






HYMNS. 49 



IV. 



The duties left undone, 
The follies unforgiven, 
Rise up like clouds before the sun 
And vail the face of heaven. 



v. 

So, desolate and lone, 
The soul lifts up its cry 
To Christ upon his gracious throne 
Of majesty on high. 

VI. 

Lord, calm this restless mind, 
From murmuring set me free, 
And strength and comfort let me find 
In earnest work for Thee. 






5o HYMNS. 



XIX CM. 



£J)crefore for ti)g name's sake leati me, anti guttie me. 
Ps. xxxi. 3. 



TORD, take and lead me as a child 

That knows not how to go, 
Alike when day is calm and mild 
And night's wild tempests blow. 



11. 

If grief and pain be mine to bear 
And sorrows bow my head, 

Let not my heart sink in despair 
As though my Lord were dead. 



in. 

When I am weary, on the breast 
Of Him who died for me 

O let my laden spirit rest, 

From care and worry free. 



HYMNS. 51 



IY. 



When joy shall fill my earth and skies 

With a serenest calm, 
Then niay my thoughts to Thee arise 

In one continual psalm. 



When some sad brother turns to me 
In sore and heavy grief, 

May I be quick in sympathy 
And quicker in relief. 



VI 

When some poor soul is sick of sin 
And seeks the way to God, 

make me wise that soul to win 
To take the heavenward road. 



VII. 

Lord, in the dark and in the light 

Still keep me in thy way, 
A child whose hand is clasped tight 

In thine by night and day. 

1875- 



52 HYMNS. 



XX CM. 



(£btn ti;ere gfjall flfos fjattti Uati mr, anti tija rtc$f)t f)an& gljall ijolti me. 
Ps. cxxxix. 10. 



I. 

AGAIN I take with hopeful heart 
^ My life's allotted task: 
To do it well the grace impart ; 
This, Lord, I humbly ask. 



II. 

The day's perplexing mysteries 
I may not understand : 

Be it enough my Father sees 
And holds them in his hand. 



in. 

My duty for the day is plain,— 
To go where God shall call, 

Or, patient, hold the tangled skein 
While he unravels all. 



HYMNS. 53 



IV. 



I may not ask that no rough wind 
Upon my head shall blow, 

Yet I may pray that I shall find 
Strength in the day of wo. 



v. 

The sun may shine through all the day, 
Or clouds may hide the sky, 

But while God's love lights up my way 
I know his hand is nigh. 






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54 HYMNS. 



XXI CM. 



(Canst tf)ou og searching fintr nut <5oU? canst tfiou fi'ntr out tfjc 
®lmiflijta unto perfection.— Job xi. 7. 



TN vain the ways of Providence 
With anxious gaze I scan : 

To find out God by human sense 
It is not given to man. 



11. 

Enough to know he cannot err 
When worlds his plans fulfil ; 

That not a blade of grass can stir 
But at its Maker's will. 



in. 

Enough to know that God is just, 
Yet with a father's heart; 

Enough with loving faith to trust 
When earthly friends depart. 



HYMNS. y 



IV. 

Enough to know he gave his Son 
My guilt and grief to bear, 

That I, though by my sin undone, 
Might still his mercy share. 



Then let me nevermore repine 

Beneath the chastening stroke, 

And be the willing spirit mine 
To wear the Saviour's yoke. 






56 HYMNS. 



XXII CM. 



2Tafce trjg part trt suffering fjarosfjtp, as a gooti soltiirr of (Tijrtst 
Sesus. — 2 Tim. ii. 3. 



"\ irHIIyB some may run an easy pace 

With self-reliant boast, 
The Lord e'er gives to those his grace 
Who seek and need it most. 



11. 

Beneath a quiet smile may lie 
A sorrow of the soul 

That needs a daily victory 
To hold it in control. 



in. 

And they who bear the battle's brunt, 
And temper'd weapons wield, 

Shall stand up grandly in the front 
And hold the conquer'd field. 



HYMNS. 57 



IV. 

God's rank and file, in battle line 
And truth's divine array, 

Shall set their camp at day's decline 
Along the King's highway 



To that good land, by sense unknown, — 
That land whose name is Heaven, — 

Where Christ doth gather all his own, 
And crowns of life are given. 






58 HYMNS. 



XXIII 8, 7, 4. 



©ur fLorfc .Uesus Christ . . . tfje olesseti anfc ortlg potentate, trje Btng 

of kings, anti fLorfc of lortis ; fcrfjo onlg rjatf) tmmortalttg, oroelling in 

Itgfjt unapproaerjaole, fofjom no man fjatfj seen, nor ran see : 

to rufjom oe fjonour antj pofoer eternal. <Emen. 

1 Tim. vi. 14-16. 



I. 

"DLESSED be thy name forever, 
Lord and Christ, eternal King ! 

While we live, our tongues shall never 
Fail thy glorious praise to sing, — 

While before Thee 
Thankful offerings we bring. 



11. 

In the fulness of the ages 

Thou as man didst come to earth 
Welcomed by the wisest sages, 

Israel saw not thy worth, — 
Yet what glory 

Heralded thy wondrous birth ! 



HYMNS. 



59 



in. 

Scorn'd hy cruel men, they slew thee, 
Thou the Maker of them all! 

Though so few were they that knew thee, 
Blest were they whom thou didst call, : — 

Like their Master, 
By the hand of man to fall. 



IV. 

Throned in thy eternal glory, 
Myriads worship at thy feet : 

May we bend with them before thee 
When our work shall be complete, - 

By thy Spirit 
Made for heavenly service meet. 




6o HYMNS. 



XXIV 8, 7. 



Come unto me, all ge tf)at labour anti are f^og laorrt, anti I fooill 
gtoe gou rest.— Matt. xi. 28. 



AT the door of mercy sighing 
With the burden of my sin, 
Day and night my soul is crying, 
"Open, Lord, and let me in." 
Waiting mid the darkness dreary, 

Stretching out my hands to Thee, 
In the refuge for the weary 

Is there not a place for me ? 



11. 

I have sought to earn thy favour, 

Caring not for toil or cost; 
Yet I find not him my Saviour, 

Him who came to seek the lost. 
Blessed Master! in thy pity 

Teach me what I ought to do, 
So that in the holy city 

I may gain an entrance too. 



HYMNS. 6 1 



in. 

Hark ! what sounds mine ear receiveth, 

Sweet as songs of seraphim ! 
'He that in the Lord believeth 

Life eternal hath in Him. 
At the outer door why staying ? 

Nothing, soul ! hast thou to pay : 
Christ in love to thee is sa}-ing, 

Weary child, come in to-day." 



IV. 

I knew not of Jesus' kindness ! 
I knew not of Jesus' grace ! 

the blackness of the blindness 

That could not behold his face ! 

1 saw not the door was open, 

Nor my Lord invite me in : 
Grace is mine beyond my hoping, 

Mercy mightier than my sin. 

1871. 



62 HYMNS. 



XXV 8,7,4. 



jFear not; 31 am tfje first anfc tije last.. . . £ am tfje ^llpfja antr tfje 

©mega, trje beginning ano tije eno. 3: rutll gibe unto tjtm tfjat is 

atijirst of trje fountain of tije roater of life freely. 

Rev. i. 17. xxi. 6. 



JESUS ! when my soul is parting 
From this body frail and weak, 
And the deathly dew is starting 

Down this pale and wasted cheek, — 

Thine, my Saviour, 
Be the name I last shall speak. 



11. 

Jesus ! when my memory wanders 
Far from loved ones at my side, 

And in fitful dreaming ponders 

Who are they that near me glide,- 

Iyast, my Saviour, 
L,et my thoughts on thee abide. 



HYMNS. 63 



in. 

When the morn in all its glory 

Charms no more mine ear nor eye, 

And the shadows closing o'er me 
Warn me of the time to die, — 

Last, my Saviour, 
Let me see thee standing by. 



IV. 

When my feet shall pass the river, 
And upon the farther shore 

I shall walk, redeem'd for ever, 

Ne'er to sin — to die no more, — 
First, Lord Jesus ! 

Let me see thee, and adore. 

1843. 



^Sfp % 



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64 HYMNS. 



XXVI CM. 



&i)t peace of ^ot(, foijid) passetf) all unoerstantrma;.— Phil, iv. 7. 



I. 

1\/TY soul is resting in God's peace, 

Without a care or fear: 
The tumults of my bosom cease, 
For Christ my I^ord is here. 



11. 

The Spirit poureth from on high 

A sanctifying tide ; 
And, bathing in its stream of joy, 

My soul is satisfied. 



in. 

He driveth curious doubts away, 
He giveth childlike faith ; 

And so I take the yea or nay 
Just as my Saviour saith. 



HYMNS. 6 s 



o 



IV. 

I have not other wish to be 

Than what my Lord ordains ; 

So what He knoweth best for me, 
That be my richest gains. 



v. 

A spirit meek and quieted 
Is better than a crown ; 

How rich the blessing on the head 
That Jesus sendeth down ! 



VI. 

Here in his banquet-house I bide, 
His banner o'er me love, 

And wait the coming eventide 
Of perfect peace above. 



1870. 






66 HYMNS. 



XXVII 6, 5. 



Praia rtigf) to (Soft, anti f)c fot'Ii oraoj ntgi) to gou.— James iv. 8. 



"TjRAW nigh to the Holy, 

Bend low at His throne ; 
There, penitent, lowly, 

Thy sinfulness own : 
There, there, if thou yearnest 

For pardon and rest, 
There, fervent and earnest, 

Prefer thy request. 



11. 

Confess thy backsliding, 

Thy weakness and fears; 
In Jesus confiding, 

There pour out thy tears. 
Think not He will scorn thee, 

Though wretched thy case ; 
His hands will adorn thee 

With garments of grace. 



HYMNS. 67 



in. 

More precious than treasure, 

More vast than the sea, 
His love has no measure 

Nor limit to thee. 
His easy yoke wearing, 

His pleasure abide ; 
In all thy cross-bearing, 

He'll walk by thy side. 

IV. 

Fear not the wild clangour 

That Satan may raise, 
So God's righteous anger 

But pass from thy ways. 
Whom Christ has forgiven 

Goes safety along, 
Till in the high heaven 

He sings the new song. 



Then kneel to the Holy, 

Bend low at His throne ; 
There, penitent lowly, 

Thy sinfulness own : 
There, soul! if thou yearnest 

For pardon and rest, 
There, fervent and earnest, 

Prefer thy request. l852 . 



68 HYMNS. 



XXVIII 7's. 



$kmemt>eT tf)e safcoatf) bag, to fccrp it tolfi.— Ex. xx. 8. 

^Crttr on tije gaobatf) tfjrs resteo arcorot'np; to tf)e commandment. 

Luke xxiii. 56. 



I. 

TTAIJyOW'D day of sacred rest, 

Welcome, welcome to my breast : 
All the week I've sigh'd to feel 
Bliss thine hours alone reveal. 



11. 

Aching temples, throb no more ; 
Busy care, thy reign is o'er; 
Troublous thoughts, flee far away 
From this quiet resting-day. 



in. 

Faith's anticipations, rise! 
Iyeap the barriers to the skies : 
Upward soar, my soul, to Him 
Loved by saints and seraphim. 



HYMNS. 69 



IV. 



Thankful praise, my lips, employ— 
Utter all my rapturous joy : 
Though o'er all things silence come, 
Can a ransom'd soul be dumb? 



v. 

Priceless moments ! rich and sweet : 
Happy soul ! at Jesus' feet, 
Rest, oh rest ! — when He is near, 
Lovingly, hast thou a fear? 

VI. 

Master ! lowly here I lie : 
Look on me with gracious eye ; 
Lay the yoke of love on me, 
Easy shall the burden be ! 

VII. 

Saviour ! may thy Sabbaths come 
Laden with the hope of home : 
On the day thy grace has given, 

Fit me for thyself and heaven. 

1842. 



7 o HYMNS. 



XXIX CM. 



EElfjat time 3E am afratt, E in ill trust in tijee.— Ps. lvi. 3. 



I. 

T^HB billows round me rise and roll, 

The storms of worldly care 
Beat heavily upon my soul, 

And shroud me in despair : 
Forsaken, comfortless, betray'd, 

With none to succour me, — 
Father! what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 



11. 

As feeble as the bruised reed, 

Infirm to will or do ; 
Oft working out the ungrateful deed 

'Twere better to eschew; 
How were the sinking soul dismay'd 

But for this refuge-plea, — 
Father, what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 



HYMNS. 71 



in. 

When hope is faint, and faith is weak, 

And fears the bosom fill, 
And I a strong assurance seek 

That thou art gracious still ; 
I rest upon thy promise -word, 

To thine own truth I flee : 
Father, what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 



iy. • 

When saintly paleness marks my face, 
And dimness fills mine eye, 

And, hoping only in thy grace, 
I bow my head to die ; 

If, entering in the vale of shade. 
Nor sun nor star I see, 

Father, what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 

1853- 



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72 HYMNS. 



XXX CM. 



%z pragctr agam ; arrti tfje fjcabm gabe ram, anti tfje eartfj brought 
fortf) fjer fruit.— James v. 18. 



I. 

C\ GRACIOUS father! send us showers, 
^^^ The gentle showers of rain, 
To cheer the corn, the grass, the flowers, 
On mountain-side and plain. 



ii. 

Command the pregnant clouds to rise 

And vail the fiery sun, 
While from the fountains of the skies 

The streams of blessing run. 



in. 

O gracious Father ! send us showers ; 

The cattle mutely stand 
Amid the scorch'd and wither'd bowers; 

Have mercy on our land ! 



HYMNS. 



IV. 



The spider's web is on the mead, 
The worm consumes the leaf; 

And all thy works before Thee plead 
The silent plea of grief. 



O gracious Father ! send us showers ; 

Regard our earnest cries ; 
But meek submission still be ours 

While our petitions rise. 

VI. 

To Thee each living thing looks up ; 
Thou mad'st— thou'lt not destroy : 
The overflow of mercy's cup 

Shall wake creation's joy. 

1852. 






74 HYMNS. 



XXXI l. M. 



JTor so \)t gtbctf) f)ts fcelobcti sleep. — Ps. cxxvii. 2. 



I. 

TN tearless anguish once I lay, 
-*■ And every tender string of life 
Was rudely smitten by disease, 

And nature quiver'd in the strife. 



11. 

To God I look'd for help the while 

The lingering moments seem'd to creep, 
These words of grace broke on my mind, 
"He giveth his beloved sleep." 



in. 

A gentle peace, like evening winds 

In summer from the ocean's breast, 

Moved o'er my sighing, sinking soul, 

And soothed my murmurings all to rest ; 



HYMNS. 75 



IV. 



And through that weary night of pain, 

When it were manliness to weep, 
My soul was comforted by this, 
"He giveth his beloved sleep/' 



v. 



When prison'd long, my soul would fain 
Leap through her fragile walls and flee, 

But on the unmeasured life beyond 
She, halting, gazes tremblingly : 



VI. 

Then may I simply trust in Him 

Whose arms his feeblest follower keep, 
And close mine eyes, and say, in death, 

"He giveth his beloved sleep!" 

1842. 



fcfei -*- 



76 HYMNS. 



XXXII CM. 



£r eber tfje gtlber corb bt loosetr, or tfje jgoltien fcofol he broken. 
Eccl. xii. 6. 



HPHE day is wearing fast away, 
The night is coming on, 

To end the earthly pilgrimage 
Begun at being's dawn. 



ii. 

The voice of earthly friends no more 
Within my soul can reach ; 

Another world hath round me grown, 
Earth hath another speech. 



in. 

Now fain am I to go when He 
Who sent me here shall call : 

I wait his gentle breath to cause 
The ancient tree to fall. 



HYMNS. 77 



IY. 

I long to lay my burden down, 
And in earth's bosom rest 

As calmly as an infant sleeps 
Upon its mother's breast. 



Welcome, approaching shades of even, 
By idling triflers shunn'd ! 

I see the immortal life of heaven, 
And Christ, my God, beyond ! 






7 8 HYMNS. 



XXXIII 8, 7, 4. 



^der inas jjrubetr oerause f)e saiti unto fy'm tf)e tfjirti time, SLooest 

tijou me? <3no fj* sato unto t)tm, SLortr, tf)au fmotet all 

tljtngg; tijou fenotoest ttjat 3t looc ttice. — John xxi. 17. 



ART thou in thy spirit lowly, 
^ Like the Man of Nazareth? 
Art thou seeking to be wholly 

Join'd to him, come life, come death? 

Lov'st thou Jesus 
More than thine own vital breath? 



11. 

Is thy bosom full of sorrow? 

Is a cloud upon thy way? 
Why the worldling's burden borrow? 

Child of grace and promise, say ! 
Lov'st thou Jesus? 

Joy should be thy guest to-day. 



HYMNS. 79 



in. 

Hath God made all men to praise thee ? 

Or art thou to fame unknown ? 
Only seek that he should raise thee 

Up to an immortal throne. 
Lov'st thou Jesus? 

He'll provide for all his own. 



IV. 

Care not thou how low thy station, 
If thy God hath chosen thee 

Heir of glory and salvation 

Xow and evermore to be ! 

Lov'st thou Jesus? 

Life is thine eternally. 

1870. 



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8o HYMNS. 



XXXIV CM. 



Efyzn f)e arose, antr rrimketi tf)c fomtis anfr ttje 2ra ; anti tfjere 
frag a great cairn, — Matt. viii. 26. 



HPHE darkness of the night came down 

And on my soul it lay, 
As if my righteous Maker's frown 

Were gathering round my way. 



11. 

As lonely as if I alone 

In all the earth were left,- 

As helpless as an infant-one 
Of mother's care bereft, — 



in. 

How swift and sure had been my doom 

Had Christ forgotten me ! 
A voice arose amid the gloom, 
"Thy Saviour loveth thee!" 



HYMNS. 



IV. 



Immediately there was a calm, 
A calm without, within ; 

For Jesus wrote upon my palm 
Full pardon of my sin. 



v. 



The inward tempests rage no more. 
The spirit's sorrows cease, 

When Jesus stands upon the shore, 
And gently whispers, " Peace!" 



3P? 



82 HYMNS. 



XXXV 8, 7, 4. 



£ gijall gtbe tf)ce tf)e f)tatf)en for tfjtne inheritance, arttr tfje uttermost 
parts of tf)e eartf) for tf)2 possession.— Ps. ii. 8. 



I. 

/^OD has said it, — and his promise 
^ J " Stands as firmly as his throne, — 
Earth shall be a sure possession 

Granted to his Son alone ; 
And the heathen 

Jesus' gracious reign shall own. 



11. 

Where a soul in guilt is lying, 

There his gospel shall be sent; 

Iyife and grace for wretches dying, 
Balm for bosoms sad and rent: 

News of mercy, 
All shall hear the call, Repent! 



HYMNS. 83 



in. 

Thou the Lord of all creation, 
Every living soul is thine : 

May the grace of thy salvation 

On the lands of darkness shine : 

Holy Spirit! 
To thyself the world incline. 



IV. 

Words of precious promise, spoken 
In thy faithfulness and love, 

Never, never can be broken 

While thou reignest King above : 
Let thy mercies 

Thy abounding goodness prove. 

1841. 



^fjjgtt^ 



84 HYMNS. 



XXXVI 7,6. 



3ca, t\)0UQf) £ fjoalft tfjrottcjf) tfje oalleg of tf)e gf)3tiofo of oeatf), 31 fcotll 

fear no eml : for tijou art totttj me ; tf)S *otJ anti tf)2 staff 

tfjcg comfort me. — Ps. xxiii. 4. 



T^HERE is a land immortal, 
The beautiful of lands ; 

Beside its ancient portal 

A sentry grimly stands: 

He only can undo it, 

And open wide the door; 

And mortals who pass through it 
Are mortal nevermore. 



11. 

That glorious land is Heaven, 

And Death the sentry grim : 
The I^ord thereof has given 

The opening keys to him ; 
And ransom 'd spirits, sighing 

And sorrowful for sin, 
Pass through the gate in dying, 

And freely enter in. 



HYMNS. 85 



in. 

Though dark and drear the passage 

That leads unto the gate, 
Yet grace attends the message 

To souls that watch and wait ; 
And at the time appointed 

A messenger comes down, 
And guides the Lord's anointed 

From cross to glory's crown. 



IV. 

Their sighs are lost in singing ; 

They're blessed in their tears : 
Their journey heavenward winging, 

They leave on earth their fears. 
Death like an angel seeming, 

"We welcome thee!" they cry: 
Their eyes with glory gleaming, 

'Tis life for them to die. 

1845. 



-4=h4*£ 



86 HYMNS. 



XXXVII L. M. 



£t is (Hoti inf^icf) fcoorfeetf) tn gou fcotf) to footll anti to foork, for Ijt's 
gooti pleasure. — Phil. ii. 13. 



I. 

T^IS well that thou, my God, shouldst be 
■^ The master of my destiny ; 
For were my lot placed in my hand, 
Where should my sure salvation stand? 



11. 

Beset around with wily snares, 
And cumber'd with uncounted cares, 
What arm but thine alone can hold 
My soul within thy saving fold? 



in. 

The things of sense allure mine eyes, 
And sudden sins my soul surprise : 
Were I no more thy grace to share, 
Then naught were left me but despair. 



HYMNS. 



IV. 

I know that I am safe with thee ; 
Then in th} T hands my portion be : 
I cannot fear what may betide 
When on thyself my hopes abide. 



Let sinless ones on merit stand, 

I seek for mercy at thy hand : 

No other way of help I see, 

Thy grace in Christ must work for me. 



VI. 

A wretch were I to lean upon 
The works my erring hands have done : 
I stand a suppliant, with the plea, 
Atoning blood was shed for me. 



VII. 

O let thy Spirit day by day 
Uphold me in the upward way: 
Enough for me that thou wilt keep 
The feeblest of thy chosen sheep. 

1846. 



HYMNS. 



XXXVIII 8, 7. 



ILet not gour fjeart oe trotttiletr: ge oeliebe in d£oti, oeliebe also in me. 
John xiv. 1. 



13EAR the burden of the present, 
Let the morrow bear its own ; 

If the morning sky be pleasant, 

Why the coming night bemoan? 



11. 

If the darken'd heavens lower, 

Wrap thy cloak around thy form ; 

Though the tempest rise in power, 
God is mightier than the storm. 



in. 

Steadfast faith and hope unshaken 
Animate the trusting breast ; 

Step by step the journey's taken 
Nearer to the land of rest. 



HYMNS. 89 



IV. 

All unseen, the Master walketh 
By the toiling servant's side : 

Comfortable words he talketh, 

While his hands uphold and guide. 

v. 

Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow 

Rends thy breast to him unknown ; 

He to-day and He to-morrow 

Grace sufficient gives his own. 

VI. 

Holy strivings nerve and strengthen, 

Long endurance wins the crown : 

When the evening shadows lengthen, 

Thou shalt lay the burden down. 

1852. 



wasw , 






90 HYMNS. 



xxxix cm. 



& f)ost compassed tfje ritg botfy irn'tf) Worses anti cfjartotg. 
2 Kings vi. 15. 



I. 

T TNSEEN by them, a glorious host 
^ About God's people stand: 
The heavenly watchers hold the post 
At his supreme command. 



11. 

There is no child of God too high 
To need their constant care, 

And none too deep in poverty 
Their daily help to share. 

in. 

When loved ones go, and earth is lone, 
As if no friend were near, 

Then unseen angels from the throne 
Bring helpful words of cheer. 



HYMNS. 91 



IV. 



The sun of hope breaks through our gloom, 
And wondering whence it came, 

We start, like Alary at the tomb 
When Jesus calPd her name. 



Say, who can snatch from God away 

His blood-redeemed ones? 
And who the heavenward course can stay 

Of God Almighty's sons ? 



8* 



92 HYMNS. 



XL CM. 



2£fje ransonutJ of tfje 5Lortr , . . gfjall rome to Zion foitf) songg, 
Isa. xxxv. 10. 



I. 

"T^AR distant from my Father's house 
A I would no longer stay ; 
But gird my soul and hasten on, 
And sing upon the way ! 



ii. 

The skies are dark, the thunders roil, 
And lightnings round me play ; 

Let me but feel my Saviour near, 
I'll sing upon the way ! 

in. 

The night is long and drear, I cry ; 

O when will come the day? 
I see the morning-star arise, 

And sing upon the way ! 



HYMNS. 



93 



IV. 



When care and sickness bow my frame, 
And all my powers decay, 

I'll ask Him for His promised grace, 
And sing upon the way ! 



He'll not forsake me when I'm old, 
And weak, and blind, and gray ; 

111 lean upon his faithfulness, 
And sing upon the way ! 



VI. 

When angels bear me home to heaven, 

Disrobed of mortal clay, 
I'll enter in the pearly gates, 

And sing upon the way ! 

1842. 




94 



HYMNS. 



XLI 8, 7, p. 



&\)t Horti ts gooti tn all ; anti ijts rentier merries are ober all 
t)ts friorfes. — Ps. cxlv. 9. 



I. 

/^YER the earth a stillness comes, 
^^ The eventide is falling : 
Lord, bless all dwellers in their homes 
Who on thy name are calling. 



11. 

Thy blessing on the toiler rest; 

The over-worn and weary; 
The dying, and the comfortless 

To whom the earth is dreary. 



in. 

Thy blessing on the child to-night; 

Thy blessing on the hoary ; 
The maiden clad in beauty bright, 

The young man in his glory. 



HYMNS. 95 



IY. 



Thy blessing on my fellow-race, 
Of every clime and nation : 

May they partake thy saving grace, 
O Giver of salvation. 



If any man have wrought me wrong, 
Still blessings be upon him : 

May I in love to him be strong, 
Till charity have won him. 



VI. 

Thy blessings on me, from of old, 
My God ! I cannot number : 

I wrap me in their ample fold, 
And sink in trustful slumber. 



1853- 




96 HYMNS. 



XLII L. M. 



2Tafu a psalm, anti fcrtng fjftijer tfje timbrel, tije pleasant ijarp fcoiti) 
tf)e psalters— Ps. lxxxi. 2. 



I. 

T ET all the people sing a psalm, 
•^ A stately psalm of solemn praise, 
"While sitting in the holy calm, 

The calm befitting Sabbath days. 



11. 

Come, chant the words King David sang 
When heavenly airs around him swept, 

And lion's tents with music rang, 
While holy day the singers kept. 



in. 

The King of glory on his throne, 
The Ancient of eternal days, 

The infinite and triune One, 

Immortal strains become his praise. 



HYMNS. 97 



IV. 



Let all the tribes of Adam's race, 

With thankful voice and lifted palms, 

E'er magnify his truth and grace 

And laud him in the ancient psalms. 




98 HYMNS. 



XLIII CM. 

Ef ang man tijtrst, let f)tm come unto me, antr fcrmfe.— John vii. 37. 



T LONG for God, the living God ; 

I hunger for his grace : 
I long to see as I have seen 

My heavenly Saviour's face. 



II. 

The earth has not a home for me 
Where I would always stay : 

let me take my pilgrim-staff 

And speed my upward way. 

in. 

1 would not be afraid to live, 

Nor yet afraid to die ; 
Nor wish to end my working days, 
Or make them faster fly. 



HYMNS. 99 



IV. 



But I would hide myself beneath 
Jehovah's sheltering wing, 

And wait till his appointed hour 
Shall life immortal bring-. 



v. 



Lord, may I learn to work or wait, 
Just as thy word is given, — 

Not loitering idly at the gate 
That opens into heaven. 



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ioo HYMNS. 



XLIV 8, 7. 



f)om tfje 5Lorti lofa^tf) f)e rfjassteiutf), anti srourgetf) eberg son 
frif)om i)e rernbetf).— Heb. xii. 6. 



II THEN he waketh, when he sleepeth, 

* V When he toileth in the day, 
Him the Father safely keepeth 

Who makes Christ his only stay. 



11. 

If he wanders, God will chasten 
Him with many stripes or few, 

Till his erring footsteps hasten 
To the mercy-seat anew. 



in. 

If he meekly beareth crosses, 

And his eyes yet look to heaven, 

God will turn to gain his losses, 

Yea, to him will much be given. 



HYMNS. 101 



IV. 



Daily he will find a token 

That his Lord loves to the end : 
When the golden bowl is broken, 

Up to him shall he ascend. 



No more sin and no more sorrow, 
No more bitter tears to shed ; 

Heaven will have no sad to-morrow, 
But eternal day instead. 



t 






t 



io2 HYMNS. 



XLV s. M. 



&\)t 3Lortr frull strengthen f)tm upon tfje oeti of languishing. 
Ps. xli. 3. 



A PRISONER of the Lord, 
Awaiting his commands, 
My prison-house is amply stored 
With bounties from his hands. 



11. 

He makes my pillow soft 

While prostrate, weak, and sore, 
And ministering angels oft 
Enter my chamber-door. 



in. 

Sweet love in every tone 
Is whisper' d round my bed : 
I know that none will give a stone 
Instead of strengthening bread. 



HYMNS. 101 



IY. 



No fears my soul alarm ; 
My pains shall pass away : 
Christ puts his everlasting arm 
Beneath me all the day. 



v. 



How can I be cast down? 
Why wrap myself in gloom, 
And wear a care-begotten frown, 
When Christ is in the room? 



VI. 



God's strokes are not in wrath : 
The fruits that feed the soul 
Bestrew the strait and narrow path 
Unto the heavenly goal. 




io 4 HYMNS. 



XLVI L. M. 



cSecretlg saging, E\)z iHaster is fyzvz, anfr callrif) tf)te.— John xi. 28. 



COME day the word will come to me, 
^ Arise ; the Master calls for thee. 



May I be ready then to go, 
Saying, Lord Jesus ! even so. 



11. 



Will work I've purposed in my thought 
Be to my Master's pleasure wrought? 
And will more talents then be won, 
So that the Lord may say, Well done? 



in. 



Will tears be shed upon my bier 
By some I've help'd to comfort here? 
Will seed I've sown some fruitage bear 
Too late for me the joy to share? 



HYMNS. io< 



IV. 



Shall I on Jordan's farther side 
Find some redeemed and glorified 
To whom I pointed out the road 
Leading to that divine abode ? 



v. 



I cannot answer Yea or Nay : 

This only, Master, can I say : 

If I've done aught to honour thee, 

It was thy grace that wrought through me. 



VI. 

O blessed Lord, in me abide 
When I pass over Jordan's tide, 
That I with my last trembling breath 
May glorify thy name in death. 






io6 HYMNS. 



XLVII CM. 



0n tfjat trag, tfjc first "Dag of tije foeeft, . . . Sesus came anti stooo 
in tfje mt'tist.— John xx. 19. 



^THB blessing of the Sabbath-day 
Again our spirit cheers, 

And heaven seems not so far away 
That on our listening ears 



11. 

Some sounds of music may not fall 
Struck on angelic lyres, 

Some anthems to the Lord, by all 
The high celestial choirs. 



in. 

Let our lips, too, break forth in praise 
To thee, O King of heaven, 

For this the chiefest of the days, 
The holiest of the seven. 



HYMNS. 107 



rv. 

O Thou who on this day didst rise 

Omnipotent above, 
Reveal to our expectant eyes 

New glimpses of thy love. 



v. 

Come, Hoi}- Comforter, and show 
Thy gracious sovereign power, 

That we may more like Jesus grow 
In this accepted hour. 



VI. 

As on the day of Pentecost, 

Visit thy church again, 
That earth may join the heavenly host 

In praising Thee. Amen. 



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io8 HYMNS. 



XLVIII CM. 



Clings forjtri) cge sain not, arttr ear fytaxt! not, antr tofyri) entered 
not into tfje fycart of man.— i Cor. ii. 9. 



I. 

]\JO tongue of man has ever told 
^ ^ God's everlasting love ; 
No heart has known the manifold 
Delights prepared above. 



11. 

Eye has not seen, ear has not heard 
These great and marvellous things, 

Laid up for all who trust his word, 
For poor as well as kings. 



in. 

God's children daily something learn 
While training in his schools : 

More clearly do their minds discern 
How gracious are his rules : 



HYMNS. 



109 



IV. 



Yet little can they apprehend 
What God has still in store ; 

For that which has no bound nor end 
They cannot reckon o'er. 



v. 



Glory to thee, eternal King ! 

Invisible, yet known 
To loving souls who daily bring 

Faith's offering to thy throne. 



HW 



7/ _^^_- T . ; *-_^^5 



no HYMNS. 



XLIX c.M. 



Ucsus satti therefore unto tf)f tfooribc, OToulti ge also go afoan? 
John vi. 67. 



I. 

1UHERE could I go but unto thee, 

O man of Nazareth ? 
Thy blood was shed on Calvary 
To give me life for death ! 



11. 

To whom, my Lord, but unto thee, 
O Son of God most high, 

When angels bend with reverent knee 
Before thy majesty? 



in. 

Where can I go but unto thee, 
The only refuge-tower 

Impregnable, where I can flee 
In sore temptation's hour? 



HYMNS. in 



IV. 



To whom need I go but to thee? 

Thou art the utmost sum 
Of every soul's necessity; — 

And therefore, Lord, I come. 



v. 



O Lamb of God, who cam'st to take 

The sin of man away, 
Fast hold me for thy mercy's sake, 

And I shall never stray. 



&&"62>X 




ii2 HYMNS. 



L CM. 



jfor as often as ge cat ti)ts orcatr, anti ornrk ttje rup, ge prorlat'm 
tije 3Lortfs ticatfj till f)* come— i Cor. xi. 26. 



AS children dwelling in their home 
By right of grace divine, 
Unto thy table, Lord, we come 
To take of bread and wine. 



11. 

The bread shows forth thy body slain, 
The wine thy blood out-pour'd: 

To take away our sin and stain 
Cost thy dear life, O Lord. 



in. 

O may the Holy Ghost descend 
With blessing from above, 

That grateful praise may now ascend 
For thine amazing love. 



HYMNS. 



IV. 



Abide with us this holy day 
And fill us with thy peace, 

And while we gladly praise and pray, 
Lord, make our faith increase. 



v. 



Sit with us at the blessed feast, 

As in the day of old, 
Our high and sovereign Saviour-Priest, 

Thy glory to behold. 






ii 4 HYMNS. 



LI 7's. 



&t)cxz teas at tfje table miming in 3esu0* fcosom one of ijta 
tn'sctples, tol)om J)esus lobetr.— John xiii. 23. 



TN the hidden ways of life 

God's beloved may be found, 

Shut in from the things of strife, 

Hedged with mercies all around. 



11. 

Born of God they know not when, 
Single is the faith they hold, 

Prying not with curious ken 

Into what has not been told. 



in. 

Like the saint of Patmos isle, 

In them love has potent sway, 

Israelites who have no guile, 

Passing on their heavenward way: 



HYMNS. 115 



IV. 



By the loving, kindly deed, 

By the strengthening word of cheer, 
By the helpful hand in need, 

Glorifying Jesus here. 



v. 



Pointing out the path to heaven, 
Winning souls is their reward: 

When the welcome-call is given, 
Dying, the)- wake in the Lord. 






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n6 HYMNS. 



LII 7's. 



Qftzv dc Sucre enligijtenetr, ge entmretr a great conflict of sufferings. 
Heb. x. 32. 



TN the midnight and the storm 

Some of God's beloved must go; 

Not for them the valleys warm, 

But the hills of crag and snow. 



11. 

In the darkness call'd to stand, 
Fighting with a foe unseen, 

Friend nor lover at their hand, 

Strongly on their L,ord they lean. 



in. 

Chasten'd sore, bereaved, and lone, 
They with steadfast faith look up. 

Seeking, low before his throne, 
Grace to take the bitter cup. 



HYMNS. 



IV. 

Not the less beloved are they, 

Heirs with Christ, who suffer loss: 

They shall find, some coming day, 

Why 'twas theirs to bear the cross. 



v. 

Some the fight of faith must share ; 

Some endure the tempter's blows ; 
Testimony they must bear 

Christ is mightier than his foes. 



VI. 

As they lay their weapons by, 
Conquerors in the final strife, 

Glory be to God ! they cry. 
Entering into restful life. 






u8 HYMNS. 



LIU CM. 



Jfsus angioma fjim, It I foasrj tfjee not, tijou fjagt no part rxit'ti) nu. 
John xiii. 8. 



HPHE dusty paths of earth defile 
My sandals through the day; 

And vexing cares my soul beguile 
While toiling on the way. 



ii. 

How oft I lose the gracious sense 
Of nearness unto Thee ! 

How oft forget the providence 
That orders life for me! 



in. 

The daily good that I would do 

Is often unbegun; 
And evil I would fain eschew 

My heedless hands have done. 






HYMNS. 119 



IY. 

At eventime, unsatisfied, 

I call the da}' to mind ; 

And by thy righteous standard tried, 
Shortcomings do I find. 



O Thou who, in thy graciousness, 
Didst wash thy servants' feet, 

Thy travel-stain'd disciple bless 
Before thy mercy-seat. 



VI. 

The robe of works that I have worn 
Is scant}' for my needs : 

Give me the robe of thy new-born, — 
Of faith and holv deeds. 



J 



120 HYMNS. 






LIV s. m. 



%z are not gour otrm ; for |>e foere oougrjt fooitrj a price, 
i Cor. vi. 19, 20. 



T GIVE myself to God, 
My life, my soul, my all: 
He knows the devious paths I've trod, 
In mercy's hand I fall. 



11. 

My sins I cannot count, 
Nor sum his favours up: 
I humbly kneel at mercy's fount 
And take salvation's cup. 



in. 

I proffer but his own; 

And may the Master take 
The gift I lay before his throne, 
For my Redeemer's sake. 






HYMNS. 



121 



IV. 



I give myself to God, 
For evermore to hold: 
I pass beneath the Shepherd's rod 
To bide within his fold. 




122 HYMNS. 



LV C. M. 



^Cntr t)tm ttiat cometty to me E iaill in no fcotse cast out.— John vi. 37. 



I. 

T^HE pathway to the mercy-seat 
■*■ Is found of all who will; 
And they who kneel at Jesus' feet 
Find him a Saviour still. 



11. 

As, when upon the earth he trod, 

None empty went away 
Who sought his blessing as their God, 

So we to him may pray. 



in. 

The child unto his parent runs 
For comfort and relief: 

So may the Lord's redeemed ones 
Go to him with their grief. 



HYMNS, 



IV. 

Yea, even in the busiest hour 
Unspoken prayer may rise, 

And blessings in a gracious shower 
Fall on us from the skies. 



v. 

We bless and magnify thy name, 
O Thou that answerest prayer: 

In every age thou art the same 
To all who trust thy care. 



ps 



i2 4 HYMNS. 



LVI cm. 



&0 mang as touri)** 1 J)i™ friere matie fcofjok.— Mark vi. 56. 



AT Jesus' feet I take my place : 

I touch his garment's hem : 
A helpless child in need of grace 
My Lord will not condemn. 



11. 

I have no hope but in his love; 

His promise is my plea: 
I give myself to Him who strove 

E'en unto death for me. 



in. 

I only ask that I may know 

What he would have me do, 

That my obedient life may show 

The grace that bears me through. 



HYMXS. 



IV. 



I've nothing, Lord, to offer thee 
But this weak heart of mine : 

take it, Lord, and let it be 
Thine own, for ever thine. 



SL&§£l Xi Ijffl&nUwQ 



126 HYMNS. 



LVII cm. 



^ttti tf)e rork foas (Christ.— i Cor. x. 4. 



/^* I VE me a foothold on the rock : 
^^ The billows round me roll : 
Let not their wild, impetuous shock 

O'erwhelm my trembling soul. 
O Thou that walkest on the wave, 

Thou Ruler of the sea, 
Stretch forth thy mighty arm to save 

The soul that calls on thee. 



11. 

Give me a foothold on the rock, 

O Saviour of the lost ! 
The world and sin my struggles mock, 

And I am tempest-tost. 
I strive to reach an anchoring place : 

My God, give me a stay; 
Extend to me thy hand of grace, 

Lest I be cast away. 



HYMNS. 



in. 

Give me a foothold on the rock, 

Till voices 'yond the sea, 
Like evening chimings of the clock, 

Bid welcome home to me. 
The day of toil and watching o'er, 

The night of sorrow past, 
I step upon the eternal shore, 

And rest in peace at last. 



cV. 




ii* 



128 HYMNS. 



LVIII 7's. 



SHje Horti lift up f)ts countenance upon tf)ce, antr gibe ttjee peace. 
Num. vi. 26. 



"DEST and peace for Jesus' sake! 

O my Father, hear my cry; 
Heal my bosom's bitter ache, 
While before thy feet I lie. 



11. 

I have loved and I have lost 

Those whom I had prized too well: 
O'er my threshold sorrow cross'd 

When the cherish'd idols fell. 



in. 

I forgot that they were lent, 

And I claim'd them as my own, 

Till the message from thee sent 

Took them up before thy throne. 



HYMNS. 129 



IY. 



Speak the word of peace to me; 

Pardon thy forgetful child: 
Let me find my rest in thee, 

Comforted and reconciled: 



v. 

Comforted, that loving eyes 

Shone so long within my home: 

Reconciled, that to the skies 

Thou didst bid the loved ones come. 



VI. 

Rest and peace for Jesus' sake! 

Father, at thy feet I kneel: 
Bruised reeds thou wilt not break, 

Thou the broken heart wilt heal. 






130. HYMNS. 



LIX. . . . 7's. 



£f)nt comcti) Stsus fmtf) tf)rm unto a place calUtr tfktijsematu. 
Matt. xxvi. 36. 



f~^\ THE agonising prayer 
^^^ Rising on the midnight air! 
"L,et this cup pass from thy Son: 
Not my will, but thine be done!' : 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 

11. 

O the tears and bloody sweat 
Falling fast on Olivet! 
In thy lonely agony, 
Shedding crimson tears for me, 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 

in. 

O what wrath of earth and hell 
On thy head unpitying fell, 
When thy passion-time began, 
Bearer of the sin of man, 

Jesus in Gethsemane! 



HYMNS. 131 



IV. 

Sorrow none had ever known 
Came upon thy soul alone: 
While its billows o'er thee swept, 
Near at hand thy followers slept, 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 

v. 

Waken me from sinful sleep : 
Faithful, loving, make me keep, 
Watching every hour with thee 
Who didst agonize for me, 
Jesus in Gethsemane ! 

VI. 

Crimson 'd once, but beauteous now, 
O what glory crowns thy brow! 
All the world shall bend the knee, 
Lord triumphant! unto thee, 

Conqueror in Gethsemane! 

1S83. 



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132 HYMNS. 



LX 7'S. 



Casting all gour anxtctg upon fjt'm, because rje cautfj for sou. 
i Peter v. 7. 



/^AST thy burden on the Lord! 
^ Is this message meant for me? 
May I take him at his word, 
And will he my helper be? 



11. 

In my daily household care, 
In the business of the day, 

Will the Lord the burden bear 
Or his strength upon me lay? 



in. 

When the evil one shall cast 

Tempting baits to snare my soul, 

Or shall taunt me with the past, 

Will the Lord his power control? 



HYMNS. 133 



IV. 

When the bitterness of grief 
Shall upon my bosom prey, 

Will he give me swift relief? 
Will he take the pain away? 



v. 



When the parting hour is near, 
Will his everlasting love 

Conquer every doubt and fear 

And the sting of death remove ? 



VI. 



'Tis the promise of the Lord, 
Meant for me on ever}- day: 

Heaven and earth may fail, — his word 
Never once shall pass away. 



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134 HYMNS. 



LXI CM. 



ISeJjolti, mg servants sfjall stnig for jog of f)eart.— Isa. lxv. i. 



COMETIMES, in quiet re very, 
When day is growing dim, 

The heart is singing silently 
A sweet unwritten hymn. 



ii. 

The strains are not to measure wrought 

By cunning of the mind, 
But seem like hymnings angels brought 

From heaven, and left behind. 



in. 

The misty hills of b}^gone grief, 
Once dark to look upon, 

Stand out like blessings in relief 
Against the setting sun. 



HYMNS. 135 



IV. 



The rain may fall, the wind may blow, 

The soul unhinderd sings, 
\Yhile, like the bird 'neath sheltering bough. 

She sits with folded wings, — 



A brief and pleasant resting space, 
A glance at Beulah land, 

Before she girds herself apace 

For work that waits the hand. 



VI. 

Then, giving thanks to Him who pour'd 

Refreshment in her cup, 
She hears the calling of her Lord 

And takes her labour up. 




136 HYMNS. 



LXII C. M. P. 



%v& tfjcre sfjall bt rugf)t rto more; artti tfjcg turD no lt'gf)t of lamp, 
nettfjcr licjijt of sun.— Rev. xxii. 5. 



/^\ IyAND of da}^ eternal day, 
^^ Unbroken by a night: 
No need of candle nor of sun 
Thy blessed fields to shine upon, — 
The Lamb of God thy light. 



11. 

O land of life that cannot die, 

To mortals open'd up: 
No more the drooping of the eye, 
The parting word, the fitful sigh, 
The bitter-tasting cup. 



in. 

O land of rest and sweet content, 
The time of battle o'er, 



HYMNS. 137 



The weary victors, laying down 
The cross, receive from Christ the crown 
To wear forevermore. 



IV. 

O land of beauty, beautiful 

Beyond the brightest dream 
Of poet in his time of power : 
No painter in his happiest hour 
Has caught its faintest gleam. 



v. 

IvOrd of the land ! Eternal King 

Of a domain so fair ! 

O give us grace to watch and wait, 

On duty at the outer gate, 

Till we may enter there. 

1877. 



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' L 



i 3 8 HYMNS. 



LXIII 7, 6, p. 



$mra: blessing, antr filorg, anfc foistiom, antr tfjanksfjibinof, ant> 

fjonour, anti poinrr, anti migfjt, o* unto our (&oo 

for ebrr ano con:. — Rev. vii. 12. 



/^IvORY be to God on high! 

^^ Glory in the highest ! 
Lord of wondrous majesty, 
Maker of the earth and sky: 
Saints redeem'd and angels cry, 

Glory be to God on high! 
Glory in the highest! 



11. 

Glory be to God on high! 
Glory in the highest! 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
Praises in the uttermost 
Earth shall sing with heaven's host: 
Glory be to God on high! 
Glory in the highest! 



HYMNS. 139 



LXIV 8, 8, 8. 



<L2Ef)D sffk gc rjim ttjat libftfj among tijc tjcao? f^r is not ijcrc , 
but is risen. — Luke xxiv. 5, 6. 



I. 

/^HRIST is risen! O the wonder! 
Rending bands of death asunder, 



Rising to the glory yonder 



11. 
Silently as morning breaking 
Came the wonderful awaking, 
Christ again his Godhead taking: 

in. 
In the stillness of the morning, 
Angels heralding no warning, 
Though the world's new light was dawning. 

IV. 

Ere sunrising, one came seeking. 

She whose heart with pain was reeking, 

Tears her pallid cheek bestreaking. 



i 4 o HYMNS. 



v. 

Last she saw him faint and dying ; 
Stark and cold her Lord was lying, 
Ere she left him, weeping, sighing. 

YI. 

Lone she stood in tearful wonder: 
Who had rent His tomb asunder ? 
"Who so vile the grave to plunder? 

VII. 

She, amazed, her watch was keeping, 
Blinding mists her vision steeping: 
"Woman, why art thou a-weeping?" 

VIII. 

Was the startled woman chary? 
Was she in her answering wary? 
What a change when He said, "MaryP 

IX. 

Once the piteous supplication, 
Now the glad ejaculation, 
" Master!" in rapt adoration. 

x. 

No more mocking, no more scourging, 
Priest and mob the soldiers urging, 
While the rage of hell was surging : 



HYMNS. 141 



XI. 

Crown of thorns no longer wearing, 
Cruel taunts no longer bearing, 
Nails no more his body tearing: 

XII. 

Majesty and gracious sweetness 
Join in him with perfect meetness, 
God and man in full completeness. 

XIII. 

Lord Jehovah! low before thee, 
Ransom 'd by thee, we adore thee: 
Glory in the highest! Glory! 






f 



142 HYMNS. 



LXV DIES IR2E. 



An attempt {based mainly on a literal rendering by J. Addison 
Campbell) to give in English verse the famous Latin hymn of 
Thomas of Celano, written in the thirteenth century. 



T^HB day of wrath, that certain day, 
In glowing embers earth shall lay, 
Both David and the Sybil say. 

ii. 
With trembling dread the world will quake 
Or e'er the Judge shall inquest make, 
And ruin all things overtake. 

in. 
The trump shall sound a startling tone 
Throughout the graves of every zone, 
And call all men before the throne. 

IV. 

And death and nature in surprise 
Shall see the creature man arise 
To answer at the dread assize. 



HYMNS. 143 



The written book will forth be brought, 
With good and evil records fraught, 
And man be judged for deed and thought. 

VI. 

When he shall sit upon his throne, 
The Judge will make all secrets known; 
Things unavenged there shall be none. 

VII. 

And what shall wretched I then plead? 
Who then for me will intercede, 
When e'en the just will mercy need? 

VIII. 

King of tremendous majesty, 

Who sav'st thine own by grace most free, 

Thou fount of pity, rescue me ! 

IX. 

Remember, Jesus kind, I pray, 
For me thou gav'st th}^ life away: 
Then do not lose me on that day! 

x. 

While seeking me, I wearied thee; 
Thou on the cross redeemedst me: 
In vain let not such travail be! 



H4 HYMNS. 



XI. 

Just and avenging Judge, I cry, 

Give me remission ere I die, 

Before the reckoning-day comes nigh. 

XII. 

A culprit groaning with his care, 
My face the blush for sin shall wear; 
O God, the pleading suppliant spare ! 

XIII. 

The Magdalene was forgiven, 

And e'en the thief by thee was shriven; 

Thou giv'st me also hope of heaven. 

XIV. 

My prayers, umvorthy, do not spurn; 
Thou who art good, in kindness turn, 
Lest I in fire eternal burn. 

xv. 

Far from the goats' accursed band 
Keep me apart, and make me stand 
Among the sheep at thy right hand. 

XVI. 

When the accursed go to their place, 
When dies the furious flame apace, 
Then call my name with words of grace. 



HYMNS. 145 



XVII. 



Prostrate and suppliant, I pray, 
With spirit crush' d to ashes gray, 
care for me at my last day! 



Upon that day of tearful eyes, 
\Yhen from the embers he shall rise, 
And culprit man wait thy decree, 
O God, then pardon even me. 

Kind Lord Jesus, ever blest ! 
Give to thy redeemed rest. 

Amen. 




1 46 JUVENILE 



LXVI 8, 7, 4 . 



man fjaa tfoo sorts ; anti fje rame to trje first, antr sato, £on, go 
fcoorfc tosfcarj m tfje faincsarti. — Matt. xxi. 28. 



TN the vineyard of our Father 
Daily work we find to do ; 

Scatter'd fruit our hands may gather, 
Though we are but weak and few : 

Iyittle clusters 
Help to fill the basket too. 



11. 

Toiling early in the morning, 

Catching moments through the day, 
Nothing small or lowly scorning, — 

So we work, and watch, and pray ; 
Gathering gladly 

Free-will offerings by the way. 



HYMNS. 147 



in. 

Not for selfish praise or glory, 

Not for objects nothing worth, 

But to send the blessed story 
Of the gospel o'er the earth, 

Telling mortals 
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 



IV. 

Up and ever at our calling, 

Till in death our lips are dumb, 

Or till— sin's dominion falling — 

Christ shall in his kingdom come, 

And his children 
Reach their everlasting home. 



Steadfast, then, in our endeavour. 
Heavenly Father, may we be ; 

And forever, and forever, 

We will give the praise to thee ; 
Alleluiah ! 

Singing, all eternity. 

1845. 



13 



T48 JUVENILE 



LXVII 7, 6. 



&rje morning stars sang totjetfjcr, anti all tfje sons of (Soo srjoutco 
for fog. — Job xxxviii. 7. 



I. 

'^PHB morning stars were singing 

With joy when time began ; 
And heavenly peals were ringing 

When God created man : 
The universe was swelling 

With jubilant delight, 
While all to all were telling 

The Lord Jehovah's might. 



11. 

A higher song of glory 

Was sung in after-days, — 
And shepherds heard the story, 

As angels hymn'd His praise, 
Of Jesus in a manger, 

God's well-beloved Son, 
Who came to save from danger 

A race bv sin undone. 



HYMNS. 149 



in. 

A multitude of voices 

Have learn'd this holy song ; 
And earth with heaven rejoices 

To roll the sound along. 
With saints and angels o'er us, 

Singing before the throne, 
We join the gladsome chorus, 

Glory to God alone ! 

1846. 






ISO JUVENILE 



LXVIII 8, 7, 4. 



ti)ott not from tins tune rrs unto me, JHg JFatfjer, trjou art 
trje fiutoe of ms goutfj ?— Jer. iii. 4, 



T^ATHER! in my life's young morning, 
May thy word direct my way : 

Let me heed each gracious warning, 
Lest my feet should go astray : 

Make me willing 
All its precepts to obey. 



11. 

Father ! gentle is thy teaching ; 

Be a docile spirit mine : 
Every day thy grace beseeching, 

Let thy loving-kindness shine 
Always on me, 

And my heart be wholly thine. 



HYMNS. 151 



in. 

Father ! let me never covet 

Things of vanity and pride : 

Teach me truth, and may I love it 
Better than all else beside : 

Blessed Bible! 
May it be my heavenward guide. 



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13" 



152 JUVENILE 



LXIX 7 , 6. 



btng tijanks alfoagg for all tfjmjjis.— Eph. v. 20. 



T THANK the Lord my Maker 

For all his gifts to me : 
For making me partaker 

Of bounties rich and free : 
For father and for mother, 

Who give me clothes and food, 
For sister and for brother, 

And all the kind and good. 



11. 

I thank the Lord my Saviour 

Who came for me to die, 
And bless me with his favour 

And fit me for the sky, — 
That, all my sins out-blotted, 

By Jesus wash'd away, 
I may be found unspotted 

When comes the final day. 



HYMNS. 153 



in. 

I thank the Lord for giving 
The Spirit of his grace, 

That I may serve him living, 
And, dying, reach the place 

Where Jesus in his glory 
I shall forever see, 

And tell the wondrous story 

Of all his love for me. 

1844. 



154 JUVENILE 



LXX H. M. 



2H)ou maftest tfye outgoings of tf)e morning anti ebening to rejoice. 

E\)ou bisttest tije earti), ana inaterest it: tfjou greatlg 

enririjest it ioitt) ttje riber of (Soft.— Ps. lxv. 8, 9. 



I. 

"\1 THO bids the wind to blow? 

Who makes the sun to shine, 
And flowers and grass to grow 
Around this path of mine? 
Who makes these shady trees arise, 
And spread their boughs beneath the skies ? 



11. 

Who makes this brook, so bright, 

From earth's cold bosom spring, 
And sparkle in the light, 

And sweetly, sweetly sing, 
As if an angel lent his voice 
To help the rippling stream rejoice? 



HYMNS. 155 



in. 

Who gave the airy bird 

Soft feathers and swift wings, 
And taught it music -words 

To charm us when it sings? — 
Say, little bird ! who taught you how 
To sins: so sweetly on that bough ? 



IV. 

O, 'tis our Father, God, 

Who gives us every thing : 
The grass, the flowery sod, 

The brook, and birds that sing ; 
And all the blessings of this day 
He sheds upon our happy way. 



v. 

How good is God ! He gave 

His only Son to die, 
Our souls from death to save. 
And fit us for the sky 
O, let us bow, and serve him here 
With gratitude and love sincere. 

1842. 



156 JUVENILE 



LXXI 8, 7, 8, 4. 



2Tij2 foorti ts a lamp unto mg. feet, anti a Itgtt unto mp. patlj. 
Ps. cxix. 105. 



T300K of grace, and book of glory ! 
^ Gift of God to age and youth ; 
Wondrous is thy sacred story, 
Bright, bright with truth. 



11. 

Book of love ! in accents tender, 

Speaking unto such as we ; 
May it lead us, Lord, to render 
All, all to thee. 



in. 

Book of hope ! the spirit sighing 

Consolation finds in thee, 
As it hears the Saviour crying, 
"Come, come to me." 



HYMNS. 157 



IY. 

Book of peace ! when nights of sorrow 

Fall upon us drearily, 
Thou wilt bring a shining morrow, 

Full, full of thee. 



v. 

Book of life ! when we, reposing, 

Bid farewell to friends we love, 
Give us for the life then closing, 

Life, life above. 

1843. 



I 



Psalms. 



NINETY-SEVENTH PSALM. 
L. M. 

JEHOVAH reigns ! Let earth rejoice ; 
And let the multitude of isles 
Be glad, and sing with tuneful voice ; 
And nature's face be clad in smiles. 

Though clouds and darkness from afar 
Are round about his presence known, 

Yet righteousness and judgment are 
The habitation of his throne. 

A fire before him goes, and burns 
His enemies on every side ; 

His lightnings flash ; and earth by turns 
Beholds and trembles in its pride. 

14 *59 



i6o PSALMS. 



The hills before his presence melt, 

Like wax before the furious flame ; 

His presence by the earth is felt 

Who built her everlasting frame. 

The heavens declare his righteousness, 
The people all his glory see ; 

While they who serve the images, 

And boast in them, confounded be. 

Then Zion heard, and she was glad; 

The daughters of Judea sang 
Rejoicingly, and through the land 

The praises of thy judgments rang. 

For thou, O Lord ! above the earth 
Art high ; thou art exalted far 

Above the kings of mortal birth, 

Though lofty their aspirings are. 

Hate evil, ye that love the Lord, 

For he preserves the saintly soul; 

And every danger he will ward, 

And save from wicked men's control. 



On righteous men shall light arise, 

Like morning breaking o'er the hills; 



PSALMS. 



161 



And hope shall kindle in their eyes, 
While holy mirth their bosom fills. 

Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord ! 

Give thanks before his presence now; 
In memory of his faithful word 

And holiness, give thanks, and bow. 

1853. 




1 62 PSALMS. 



ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY- 
FIRST PSALM. 

6's. 

T LIFT my longing eyes 

Up to the hills in vain: 

Whence shall my help arise 

In time of want and pain? 

My help is from the Lord 

Who gave all creatures birth, 
And by his forming word 

Created heaven and earth. 

No lurking enemy 

Thy foot shall turn astray, 
For he that keepeth thee 

Will slumber not for aye. 

Behold, he who in love 
Doth Israel ever keep, 
His watchfulness shall prove, 
And slumber not nor sleep. 



PSALMS. 163 



Thy keeper is the Lord, 
Jehovah is thy shade 
On thy right hand : his word 
Thy sure defence is made. 

By day the fervid sun 

Thy head shall never smite, 
Nor shall the sickly moon 
Assail thee in the night. 

Preserving thee from harm, 
All evil he'll control; 
And his most gracious arm 

Shall e'er preserve thy soul. 

When thou dost outward go, 
His grace shall go before ; 
In coming in also, 

Now and forevermore. 




1 4" 



i6 4 PSALMS. 



ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY- 
FIFTH PSALM. 

C. M. 

T WHyly extol thee every day, 
My God, O glorious King; 

And I will bless thy name for aye, 
Thy praise forever sing. 

Great is the L,ord and wonderful, 
And greatly to be praised : 

His greatness is unsearchable, 
Beyond the heavens raised. 

One generation, praising thee, 

Shall testimony bear 
Unto the next, and wonderingly 

Thy mighty acts declare. 

The honour of thy majesty, 

Thy wonders I'll proclaim; 

Thine acts of terror men shall see 
And glorify thy name. 



PSALMS. 165 



The memory of thy goodness they 
Shall utter far and wide; 

Thy righteousness from day to da}' 
Shall sing on every side. 

The Lord is gracious; full of kind 

Compassion: he is slow 
To anger, and his holy mind 

Is great in mercy too. 

The Lord our God is good to all, 
For all are in his thought ; 

His tender mercies richly fall 
On all that he hath wrought. 

Thy works shall praise thee evermore, 
And thee thy saints shall bless ; 

Thy kingdom's glory and thy power 
To all the world confess; 

Thy might}- acts that all may know 

Among the sons of men, 
Thy kingdom's majesty to show 

To every creature's ken. 

An everlasting kingdom's thine, 
And thy dominion sure 



1 66 PSALMS. 



Throughout all generations' time 
Shall everywhere endure. 

The Lord upholdeth all that fall, 
The bow'd with sorrow riven; 

While on thee wait the eyes of all, 
Their meat is duly given. 

Thou openest thy hand of grace, 

And thou dost satisfy 
The wants of all in every place 

Who for thy presence cry. 

The Lord is righteous in his ways, 

His works are holy all: 
He's nigh to those that love his praise, 

And on him truly call. 

The strong desire he will fulfil 
Of them that fear his name: 

He hears their cry, and he will still 
Save them from harm and shame. 

The Lord preserveth them from harm 
Who love him as their joy, 

But wicked men his wrathful arm 
Will utterly destroy. 



PSALMS. 167 



My mouth shall joyfully proclaim 
His praise from day to da}': 

Let all flesh bless his holy name 
Forever and for aye. 









\yi 



Doxologtes, 



Iv. M. 

A L,L, praise to Thee, the triune One, 
^ The Holy Father, Holy Son, 
And Holy Spirit ! Thou alone 
Art King on the eternal throne. 



C. M. 

r\ HOLY, holy, holy Lord, 
^ The Father and the Son 
And Holy Ghost! Be thou adored 
While endless ages run. 

S. M. 

T3ESIDB thee there is none: 
Eternal God and King, 

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Thy glorious praise we sing. 



7's. 

/^L,ORY to thee evermore! 

Glory in the uttermost ! 
Heaven and earth thy name adore, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

168 



DOXOLOGIES. 169 



7,6. 

THY love, O Holy Father, 
1 Thy grace, O Holy Son, 
Thy peace, O Holy Spirit, 

Thy church abide upon: 
While she her voice upraises 

To thy eternal throne, 
And chants in endless praises 

Glory to God alone. 

8, 7, 4- 

/^LORY in the highest! glory! 
^ Jr Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: 
King eternal ! we adore thee, 

Singing with the heavenly host, 
Glory! glory! 

Glory be to God on high ! 



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